I'll tell you what I've never done; South Dakota pheasant hunting. It's not that I haven't wanted to. I mean if there's anything I think deserve hunting (besides people) it's going to be pheasants. Especially the ones in South Dakota. There's barely anything in SD so if you get hungry you're probably going to have to kill something. May be field cat or something but either way you're going to get your hands dirty.
In addition to never having shot a pheasant, I don't believe I've eaten a pheasant. Not to say I'm uncivilized. I've eaten chicken. Real chicken, not just the McD Happy Meal stuff. In fact I dare say if there was pheasant in my house right now I'd shoot it, and then microwave it till it became delicious and loved me. I don't know how long that takes, but I'll do it. That's the way you should go into a relationship, determined to do whatever it takes. If that's 10 minutes, or 100 years. That's how I feel about the pheasant. I'm committed. Do you feel that? That drive/motivation/hunger/determination/love? This has me pumped up. I'm determined. I'm gonna drive to SD, find a gun somewhere, and then find a bird and shoot it till it loves me.
Wish me luck.
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